And then the bag broke
I went to the Giant Eagle Express to pick up a few items for dinner tonight.
I avoided it all day.
Finally, I realized I had only one option – and that was to go.
I packed up the four kids, and got on the road.
When we got out of the car and gathered a cart, a woman said, “Oh, that was me!”
I smiled and said, “I wish that made this easier!”
Then her daughter got out of the car and said, “Be glad you had them so close. My siblings and I are best friends.”
Again, I wish that made it easier.
We got our items in five minutes. The kids were fantastic.
But the lines were way out there.
We waited for 10 minutes. Then the guy in front of us decided he needed to buy four different kinds of cigarettes.
And then he says, no, ma’am, I said menthols. Wait, make it Marlboro instead. Yes, still menthols.
And then Mae tried to climb out of the cart.
And Audrey started to cry.
And Luca almost got his fingers stuck in the change return.
When our turn came along, the kids wanted to scan everything. No, I said. Just let me do it.
A 10 minute trip turned into 30 minutes.
And then, as we walked out, the bag broke.
If we’re keeping score, of course it’d be the bag with the eggs in it.
All the things – ALL THE THINGS – that could go wrong almost did.
At least dinner smells fantastic.